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Nov 2013
Oh not of this earthly hallows bring
about his sin, he is only ****
after all if not death, perhaps love.

This spiritual sense takes a hit
as the hunter sights a turtle dove,
or the rust of an old widow's ring.

His affection is only mocking
where my lust and love had one time sit
he is but a hand without it's glove.
Shin
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Shin  30/M/Chicago
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